Author: harefield

Chapter 12

The Plan “You want I should go over it again?”“Nuh. Uh, yeh.”“So midnight you call for some whatevers. Milk, Hershey’s.”“War milg.”“Sure, warm milk, whatever. I checked, that little black guy Robbie will be on duty.…

Chapter 14

Quiet Agent Phill Mercer wasn’t what anyone would call an introspective sort. He’d spent his working life apprehending people, occasionally shooting them, and always following orders. When his cellphone rang with the latest instructions, he’d…